“Mmm. Sparklers maybe?”
Sparklers were the warm-up. Fireworks weren’t ’til later.
Like Fourth of July in my grandma’s backyard: Little kids cried and covered their ears and the dog ran under the house and the main event was barely worth the anticipation. It was over before you knew it, smoky clouds and disappointment lingering. And in the morning, there was trash to clean up.
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It was whispered with my head buried in his neck, the way important things seem to get said.
“What if I told you everything?”
“I’d listen”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I thought it would be harder. But I guess it’s a thing that should never be hard to say, when you mean it.
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It’s not explosive. It’s not a pot that boils over constantly, making the flame sputter. It’s not lightening, beautiful but nearly always coupled with rain.
He eats the rest of my breakfast yogurt, and he finishes my falafel sandwich as we sit on someone else’s stoop. Sitting on his sofa in a strapless dress, I’m bent over a silly cable hat I’m knitting, and he kisses my back and shoulders, softly. He knows how hard the day-to-days can be, but he knows how much it’s worth it. We find ourselves in a discussion of travel memoirs that even distracts us from making out. He rolls over in the night, wraps me up in his arms, nuzzles my neck. He believes in things. I look back at him, all chiaroscuro, in a dim movie theater. I wake up early and am ready to drag him out of bed when he, with little effort, pulls me back in. He holds my hand. I look at him.
Maybe a dusk full of fireflies:
It’s quiet. You can’t make anything happen; you just have to wait. It’s rare. It’s comforting and lovely and nearly always a surprise. And if you are patient, you can catch a piece of it in your hands.
~beatrix
So since you guys are all sort of involved, you should go wish this boy a happy birthday.
11 comments:
This is probably my favourite of all your posts, and that's saying something. It's also one of the finest things I've read this week.
Maybe a dusk full of fireflies - i don't know what about that works for me - but its good.
also prob my fav.
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This is truly beautiful.I wish I could write like you... I found your blog through Mr London Street and I am so glad I did. Sarah
I found this by way of Mr London Street, and this is the second or third time I've been back.
There's something weighty and enigmatic about the line, "He believes in things."
I really did enjoy this post.
Yay for you!! I love this part... it's the cream of life. Enjoy it and, yes, write about it ad nauseum.
Oh, and perhaps somewhere between sparklers and fireworks, things get spangly? It's my favorite word at the moment and is far underused.
Glad to have found your blog through Mr. London Street.
Mr. London Street referred me over, and I sincerely hope he brings a few more readers your way, because this post is beautiful.
Here from Mr London Street. Exquisite.
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